Rational conversations with my mother are nearly impossible.
Me: Didn't you go grocery shopping at Jusco a few hours ago?
Me: But aside from tomatoes and butter, the fridge is empty... ?
Mom: It's not my job to buy everything.
Me: But could you buy something for us to munch on the next time you shop?
Mom: Do it yourself, you're 19.
Me: But you're already going to the mall!
Mom: You're a rude and ungrateful child.
Me: Huh? What? Why?!
Mom: I never deprived you of anything.
Me: I never said you did. All I'm saying is that the next time you're out could you please-
Mom: DON'T TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME!
And people wonder why I drink....